*My office, 12pm*.
The text lit up my phone screen in the middle of class making my heart leap out of my chest. Not because the loud beep had caused everyone to stare at me, including the old lady teacher, but because of the sender. My gorgeous, sexy, older, married professor. Just the thought of him caused moisture to pool between my legs.
I looked at the time as I shoved my phone down into my bag. 11:45. The last ten minutes of class passed by agonizingly slowly. I spent each of them thinking about what my dirty professor had planned for me today. Would he lick me up and down before he entered me? Was he planning to come on my tits, my ass, inside me? My pussy clenched with the thought of being filled by him again and I was soaking wet by the time class was dismissed.
The office door was ajar when I got there. I could see him sitting at his desk, looking over some papers. I could watch this man all day, but I also couldn’t wait any longer to have him. I knocked on the door and he smiled up at me.
“Very punctual,” he said, standing up from his desk and coming over to the door. I walked in and he closed it behind me. I heard the lock turn.
“One of my many wonderful qualities,” I joked, dropping my backpack on the floor and hopping up on the small conference table in the corner of the office. This was one of my favorite places to fuck. Something about the wooden bookshelves, the risk of doing it on campus, and the way the whole room smelled like him. I licked my lips as he walked towards me.
I wanted him so badly my entire body was shaking. And he could tell. He didn’t waste any time putting his mouth on mine. I opened my legs and he walked in between them so that we were even closer. I could feel his rock-hard cock pressing up against my thighs, straining against his dress pants. His hands traveled up my legs, up my sides, and ripped open my shirt. I could hear the buttons rip off and hit the ground, but I couldn’t care less.
He cradled my breasts in his palms and he lowered his mouth to kiss the soft skin left exposed above my bra, licking and biting. I intertwined my fingers into his hair, holding his head to down while he devoured me. My legs wrapped around him until we were almost horizontal on the table. A hand slid down my body and under my skirt where he found the growing wetness of my sex.
“No panties today?” he groaned, straightening up, “You’re going to kill me.”
“Please, no,” I said, reveling in the feeling of his large fingers brushing against my moist pussy, “I need you, sir.”
He let out a low growl and pulled me back to him by my hair, kissing my mouth, licking my lips, and rubbing circles against my clit. My head fell backwards and all I could feel was him. The world was starting to disappear, and the pressure was building inside me. Two minutes alone with my professor and I was already on the edge of orgasm. He bit the skin of my neck, trailed kisses down to my nearly naked breasts. I could feel the release coming, I was so close….
A knock on the door sent us both reeling. We exploded apart.
“Shit,” he whispered, “Under the desk.”
I scrambled off the table and hurtled underneath his desk where I was hidden from view.
“Who is it?” he called. I could hear him rearranging his pants to hide his huge erection.
“It’s me,” came a woman’s muffled voice from other side of the door, “Why is this thing locked?”
I didn’t recognize the voice. But clearly my professor knew who it was. I heard the lock unlatch and the door open.
“Sorry, honey,” he said. My stomach immediately dropped at his sweet tone, “It locks like that by accident sometimes. I’ve called maintenance but they haven’t made it over here yet.”
The ease with which he lied sparked that familiar, regretful ache in my chest.
“Can I come in?” her voice wasn’t muffled anymore. I couldn’t help but wonder what she looked like. I gathered my shirt closed, thankful I still had my bra on, and crouched lower to catch a glimpse of her through a small hole in the desk.
She was tall and beautiful. Thick, dark hair cascaded down her back. Jeans encased shapely legs and her curvy body was visible under her sweater. What was he doing with me when he was married to his gorgeous woman? My stomach lurched with the thought. I would never measure up to her. Why was I even trying?
“Of course,” my professor said, stepping aside to let her in. He left the door open. I watched her gaze slip down to his crotch and I wondered if she knew the erection there wasn’t meant for her.
“I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to lunch,” she said, stopping just inches from where I was hiding. She turned to face him so her back was to me. My professor turned too, and I had a clear view of his face.
“I can’t,” he said, firmly, “I have a meeting at one and a bunch of papers to get through today.”
She took a few steps closer to him. He took a step back.
“Okay,” she said, “It’s just… I’m really trying here.”
His face was passive.
“I know we’ve both been busy these last few months, but I really want to work on this—on us. I love you,” she said.
My heart started pounding so loudly I was afraid they would hear it. I almost missed the next words my professor said to his wife.
“I want to work on this, too. I love you.”
She took a step closer to him and kissed him on the mouth. Bile rose in my throat and I had to swallow back the tears stinging my eyes. Could she smell my perfume? The scent I wore just for him? The one that he said he loved whenever he nibbled on my neck.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come out for a quick bite?” she asked him, finally breaking away.
“I really can’t today, babe,” he answered. She walked towards the door and he followed her.
“I’ll see you at home then,” she said, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss.
“See you at home,” he answered. I watched as he kissed her forehead. Humiliation burned through my body as the reality of our situation hit me like a ton of bricks. I was nothing but a little girl playing the part of a mature adult, ruining a family, hurting a woman who seemed perfectly nice and eager to please her husband. I wanted to melt into the floor and die. The sound of the door closing and re-locking brought me back from the shame spiral.
I had to get out of here.
I leapt out from under the desk, trying to button the remaining buttons of my shirt as I went. I tried to make a beeline for the door, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back.
“Let me go!” I yelled, trying my best to break free, but he pulled me into his body and held me steady. “You’re disgusting. I don’t want you to touch me. Let me fucking go!”
“Look at me,” he ordered, but I kept my eyes down. He grasped my face in his hand and forced my head up to look into his eyes. They were fiercer than ever as they stared into mine.
He lifted me up by my arms and put me down onto his desk. My shirt sprang open as I landed, exposing me to him again. “Calm down,” he said, coolly.
“You said you were going to leave her,” I breathed, “You told me you didn’t love her anymore.”
“I don’t love her,” he said, simply.
I tried to break away from him again, but he was too strong for me.
“Let me go,” I asked, but it was futile.
“No,” he said, completely calm. His hands moved from my arms to my hips, still pinning me down to the desk, but now he was closer. His beard brushed against my skin as he kissed my neck. His delicious scent filled my nostrils again, blurring my thoughts. My body started shuddering in anticipation. Anger coursed through me when his hand wrapped itself in my hair to bring my lips to his.
“You just said you wanted to work on your marriage,” I said, trying my best to contain myself, “You fucking lied to me.”
“I didn’t lie to you,” he said, “I lied to her.” He punctuated this with a bite on my left breast.
“Why do you want me?” I asked.
He answered by pulling my shirt off my body and letting it land on the floor. He unclasped my bra and pulled that off of me too. How was this happening? I was furious at him, but somehow my anger was fueling his lust.
He tried to slip his hand under my skirt but I crossed my legs.
“Why?” I repeated, “Why do you want me?”
His strength was no match for mine and he forced my legs apart with a low growl. I watched helplessly as his hand disappeared under my skirt. Of all the days to not wear panties, today was the worst choice. His fingers slid easily through my slit and he rested his thumb on my bare clit.
“She may be my wife, but it’s your young pussy I crave,” he said, starting to run his thumb up and down my clit. I was still aroused from before and it only took a moment before I was wet again.
“Stop,” I breathed, “Please, sir, don’t do this.”
I grasped his hand under my skirt with both of mine. He growled again and grabbed pulled my hands off him. Instead of letting me go, he pushed me back until I was laying flat on his desk. One hand bound my wrists together above my head and the other hand had returned to my skirt, ripping it off so that I was completely naked. He was in total control of my body now and he was relentless. His thumb found my clit again and his index finger pushed into me. I couldn’t help but moan at the pressure.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, “I know you want this.”
He pushed his middle finger into me and I bucked my hips trying to stop the inevitable orgasm. He only pushed his fingers deeper inside and his thumb started to rub my clit. I moaned and gasped as he sped up, claiming me entirely with his hand. My body betrayed me as he forced me to come. My hips bucked up as my pussy clenched around his fingers. I was seeing stars and couldn’t feel anything but pleasure between my legs. My spasms only seemed to encourage him further. He used his free hand to undo his zipper and his cock sprang forward. He held my hips down as he plunged into me, completely bare, tearing through my body.
I wanted to scream at him to stop, to let me go, but I knew it was useless. He wouldn’t let me go and to be honest, I didn’t really want him to. I wanted him to make me come again, to take away all the bad and replace it with pure bliss. He threw my legs over his shoulders and pushed further into me, biting my neck as he went. I gasped as he pumped into me, quick and hard and so, so deep. I was on the edge of a second orgasm when he grunted and emptied himself into me. He pulled out but continued rubbing my overly-sensitive clit with his thumb sending me over the edge. I spasmed again and watched the satisfied look on his face as he watched his own semen squirt out of me.
Finally, he relinquished my body from his grasp. I felt used, spent, and against all reason, completely satisfied. I sat up on the desk, unsure of what I was really feeling. Betrayed, hurt, wild with lust. He must have seen my emotions in my eyes because he pulled me off the desk and into a bear hug against his body. I realized I was still completely naked and he was totally dressed.
“I’m sorry if that was too rough,” he said. The familiar scent of his cologne made tears spring into my eyes. I couldn’t hold them back as I sobbed into his shirt. He backed up and wiped the tears from my face.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” he said, “I shouldn’t have done that. Are you alright?”
“It’s okay,” I said, “I just can’t keep doing this.” I hopped off the desk and started pulling my clothes back on. My shirt was in tatters but luckily I had another one in my backpack. I bent down to get it and he handed me a tissue when I stood back up.
“Please believe me,” he said as I blew my nose unflatteringly, “I am going to leave her. I don’t love her. I want you.”
I looked up at him, the tears had finally subsided.
“When?” I asked.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i4zjpn/pleasing_the_professor_part_3_mf_age_gap_cheating
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